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Call It Even Someday



It had been one of the most embarrassing things that had ever happened
to me. Now, standing on the fringe of a group of my brother¹s pretentious
friends and hearing my sister-in-law repeat the story for their
amusement, it was even more so.
Cheryl loved to do those little things that put me down in front of
others. It was as if she had to point out for them that she had made the
right choice in dumping me and taking up with my brother. He¹s the big
shot entrepreneur. I¹m just the klutz ... the fuck up. She, of course, is
the one who almost picked the wrong brother, but didn¹t. The next thing
she¹d be telling their friends that my cock is shorter too, I thought.
Five minutes later, when I¹d returned from getting myself a beer, her
little circle of groupies laughed out loud and looked my way just as I
heard her say, ..¹it¹s true. I swear. What can I say? Their mother called
the wrong one Dick.¹ A real stand-up comic.
I was getting tired of being the brunt of her sarcasm. We¹d had words
about it before but she got really nasty. She as much as told me if I
didn¹t like it I could take a hike. That my brother had just given me a
job because he felt sorry for me, and that that could end real fast if she
gave him the word.
The sting of being embarrassed still lingered in my gut when I saw
Cheryl a few days later. I was twenty miles from home in a neighboring
town picking up a tendering package from their municipal offices. There
she was scooting along the main street like she was going to a fire. I
knew I didn¹t want to face her so I just hung back to see where she was
going. I followed her into an out-of the-way bar and watched from a
distance while she slipped into a booth next to a guy I¹d never seen
before. It sure as hell wasn¹t my brother! They were obviously more than
just friends. His tongue was half way down her throat on the first kiss
and his hand ran up her leg and squeezed her ass cheeks like he¹d been
there before. Cheryl nestled back in his arms rubbing herself against him
like a horny cat. They ordered a drink but didn¹t even stay to finish it.
Fifteen minutes later they were tucked in at a local motel making noises
that I could hear right through the door.
It was almost four o¹clock when she returned to her car. She didn¹t see
me at first and it startled her when my old Mustang slid into the spot
beside her deep blue Mercedes. ŒWhat are you doing here?¹ she snapped.
ŒAren¹t you supposed to be working?¹
ŒJust picking up the tapes from your motel room,¹ I smiled, indicating
the generic brown envelope on the seat beside me.
It was the tendering documents, but she didn¹t know that. Her face had
gone blank and she leaned back against the car like the world was about to
end. Several times she opened her mouth to speak but no words came out.
There was anguish in her eyes as they searched my face for some escape,
some shred of hope that would release her from her predicament.
ŒI wasn¹t ...¹ she began and then stopped.
ŒYes you were Cheryl,¹ I smiled confidently and patted the package
beside me. ŒAnd it¹s all on tape.¹
Tears formed in the corners of her eyes and her face contorted in
wretchedness.
ŒI was just ... breaking it off...¹ she bleated, her voice trailing as
she realized the pointlessness of her excuse.
A long silence ensued while she pressed her forehead to her clenched
fist and wept. They were real tears and it was true remorse that she felt.
She turned her pleading eyes on me looking for some sympathy, but I just
arched my eyebrows, smiled and patted the brown paper envelope. I really
wanted to tell her my compassion was as short as my dick but I didn¹t want
humor to diminish her suffering.
Arrangements were made for her to follow me on the short trip back. She
wanted to talk, negotiate right there in the parking lot, but I didn¹t.
Desperate and frustrated at having no indication of what I was going to
do, she begged me not to tell my brother. In her desolation she blurted
out ŒI¹ll do anything. To which I replied, ŒYes you will.¹ To further
underscore her situation, I made her take off her panties beside the car
and give them to me.
The next day I didn¹t phone her at all. Several times she tried to call
through to me but I wouldn¹t answer. When I got home from work she was
parked outside my apartment, waiting. She looked as if she hadn¹t slept
and the puffiness around her was definitely from crying.
Her first approach was the old Cheryl. Confidant, arrogant, and
demanding, she told me that she¹d brought two thousand dollars cash and
that I was to turn over the tape to her and never speak of it again. She
strode into my apartment like she owned it, and me, and laid it on the
line. ŒGive me the tape, keep your mouth shut and you won¹t have a
problem. If you ever again raise the subject again, no one will believe
you and your brother will side with me.¹ She stood there then, hands on
her hips, looking down her nose at me like I was some vile child who had
offended her.
ŒTake off your clothes,¹ I replied matter-of-factly.
ŒThere¹s no way in hell,¹ she blustered, but her self-assurance didn¹t
ring true. She looked uncomfortable for a moment, her eyes darting here
and there to avoid contact with mine. Finally, she sighed deeply, looking
down at her hands and playing with her fingers.
ŒLook, ...er, if two thousand isn¹t enough, I¹ll get more... It, ah,
...just takes time.¹
ŒTake off your clothes,¹ I repeated.
ŒAll right!¹ she snapped. ŒBut you¹ll only fuck me once and then the
deal is over. You¹ll give me the tape,¹ she declared emphatically.
Angrily, her hands began to unfasten her clothes.
ŒDo it slowly,¹ I instructed putting a CD into the machine. ŒI want you
to strip for me like an expensive whore.
Not at all happy with the scene, she nonetheless began a slow,
self-conscious dance. Her blouse went first and her hands trembled as they
contended with the small buttons. I couldn¹t believe that she actually
blushed when she faced me in her brassiere.
Still moving too quickly, she reached behind to unfasten her skirt and I
stopped her. ŒTake your time. Show off your tits a bit. Shake them for me
and let me see you feel them up. Then lift your skirt and give me a little
preview of what¹s under there. Remember, you¹re not just a piece of meat.
You¹re a piece of cunt.¹
A few minutes later her bra and skirt had joined her blouse on the
floor. She wore no stockings and her tanned legs looked great sticking out
of the openings in her white panties. Her tits swayed tantalizingly as she
moved to the music and the nipples stood out like acorns. There were no
more pauses where I had to tell her what to do next. She rolled her
panties down to the fringe of her pubic hair and rocked her hips
provocatively like any slut would do. The black pelt of tangled curls that
I had loved so much peaked above the elastic waistband capturing my eyes
and mesmerizing my dick.
From the look on her face, Cheryl thought she was back in control now.
Her hand disappeared into her pants and she humped against it, smiling
knowingly at the bulge in the front of my trousers. Not eighteen inches
from my face she slipped her panties down onto her thighs and writhed her
naked pussy at me. The scent that I¹d all but forgotten filled the air and
I grinned to myself to know that she was wet. Using both hands she
smoothed back the hair and framed her cunt lips. She edged forward with
her undulating hips lifted toward my face. ŒIs this what little Dickie
wants?¹ she hissed smugly. I reached out to her flaunted treasure and
gripped a large patch of her pubic hair between my thumb and forefinger.
She winced as I twisted and tugged hard on it forcing her up onto her
toes. ŒYou¹re not in any position to give me attitude,¹ I reminded her. ŒA
word from me and my brother won¹t want you around anymore. One look at the
tapes and he¹ll throw you out on your ass.¹
The smugness had gone out of her when I relinquished my grip. My hands
pressing down on her shoulders signaled her to her knees.
Tentatively her fingers ran up my thigh until they circled my cock. Her
hand unfastened my belt and tugged my hardon into view. She¹d sucked it
before, when we were going together, but she¹d never let me come. I slid
my own pants down and stepped out of them. With her head against my thigh,
I rubbed my prick all over her face taking extra time around her nose and
lips. She didn¹t balk when I told her to lick my balls and I watched with
amusement as her pointed, pink tongue bathed each testicle.
Cheryl choked as I pushed to the back of her throat. It seemed ironic
to me to think that she¹d ridiculed me for having a small cock and now she
was choking on it. With every stroke I wanted to hear her gag. As I got
close I wound my fingers tightly into her hair. I hoped she still
disliked come in her mouth because I was about to fill her up.
The first spurt hit the back of her throat and she panicked. My grip on
her hair held her head in place while the next jet all but filled her
mouth forcing her to swallow. The knob of my cock was just inside her lips
and my come flooded over her tongue once again. It was all I could do to
stand the intensity. I pushed back in deep and held on tight until my
orgasm subsided. I could feel her throat contract each time she swallowed.
As I relaxed she started to move away until I told her to stay and clean
it all up. Her head dutifully bobbed over my softening cock as she licked
and sucked the remnants of my spend. For several minutes I watched the top
of her head moving against me and felt the softness of her tongue on my
sated prick. Then she sat back on her heels and looked forlornly at my
face.
ŒYou aren¹t going to give me the tapes are you?¹ she asked.
ŒNot until I¹m ready,¹ I confessed.
ŒWhen will that be?¹
ŒWhen you¹re no longer of any sexual interest to me.¹
ŒWill you at least keep my secret?¹ she implored.
ŒFrom my brother? Yes. From my friends? No.¹
The idea clearly distressed her. For a moment she sat twisting her
hands in her lap.
ŒYou wouldn¹t let them...¹ she began and then stopped.
ŒOf course,¹ I snickered. ŒThat¹s what friends are for.¹

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